Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s to be wed 302 Old _Jarrow_, long fam’d for monastical lore 304 The sailors are all at the bar 306 We’ll all away to the Lowlights _ib._ Six centeries since, some say, a son of South Seaton 307 God prosper long our _warlike_ king 309 There is not in the world’s terraqueous round 310 Whence those _cries_, my soul that harrow 312 ’Bout Lunnun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes 314 Croney its now near thirty year 316 ’Tis said that in the good old times 319 The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d 320 Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing 321 All the night over and over 322 O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen _ib._ [Illustration: _Finis_] FROM THE PRESS OF M. ANGUS AND SON, NEWCASTLE. INDEX. A _Page_ As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate 5 As me and my marrow was ganning to wark 35 Attend to my summons, ye _British_ Electors 57 Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion 70 At Neddy and Betty were walking along 79 A bonny swain, blithe Sandy nam’d 214 Apollo, your aid I request 217 A fair reformation would render this nation 236 At Christmas when the wind blew cauld 238 About the bush Willy 240 As I went to Newcastle 241 All lovers of lucre may LAUD the _Lord Mayor_ 245 A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions 248 All men of high and low degree 250 Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing 253 And are ye sure the tale is true 288 As aw was gannin to Durham 292 At home wad I be 296 All the night over and over 322 B Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle 228 Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea 283 Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye 300 ’Bout Lunaun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes 314 C